Leaving on a Jet Plane

Time to go back home to my responsibilities. I have had another beautiful and perfect weekend with Daddy and Master. I call him both now for he has become two. More than that really. He is my everything. My husband-to-be, my muse though he calls me his, my protective Daddy and my stern Master.

I have not admitted this and granted I’m realizing this as I write it but I need challenge, I need struggle, I can become distracted and bored with less. My mind is ever active, ever working and ever analyzing. Daddy and I are more alike in this than I knew.

He fits me so well. He told me tonight that I fit him like a glove. He’s so right. Our bodies fit together but moreso than that, our minds fit together. He challenges me. He is relentless in exploring our chemistry. He finds his way inside my mind, centering my passion, delving to the depths of all that is me. He worked his way in, he broke the fortress I had become. With his kind heart, his reprobate swagger, and his force of will all governed by his engineer’s mind he took me and made me his.

How do I go home tomorrow? How do I part myself from him when I am so cleaved to him that I feel half a person? All I want is to shut the world out and live in a dream of service to this man. I want to allow him to debase me, lay me bare, then raise me up from the ashes he created to build me again in the image he sees.

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Baby Girl, I want nothing more than your entirety. I desire, crave, need, demand, want, lust after, hearken too, and obey you. Yes, I give you latitude and allow you to lead at times. I am yours. always. I Love You